“The ultimate love I believe to be secret love. Once shared, love shrinks in stature. To pine away for love all one’s years, to die of love without uttering the beloved’s name, this is the true meaning of love.” – Book I of ‘Hagakure’ by Jōchō Yamamoto
All schools are bad and the one we attend is always the worst if it doesn’t open our eyes. What lousy teachers we had to put up with, teachers who screwed up our heads. Art destroyers all of them, art liquidators, culture assassins, murderers of students.
From Thomas Bernhard’s novel The Loser.